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The sun sinks in the west
Clouds suppress the only nightlight
An eerie feeling sets in as shadows dance
They manifest & vanish into thin air
Bitter winds hiss as they strikes lifeless trees
Cold winds murmur distorted phrases
I sprint back home
The icy dew hits my trembling ankles
I’m now protected from what happens when
The sun sinks in the west.

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